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September 30, 2005
Watch Out For The Raging Flight Queens, Nell!
Flight attendants’ unions are boycotting Jody Foster’s movie “Flightplan.” (ABC News)
They say it portrays airplane hostesses negatively. I am mystified. I mean, Jody played Sister Assumpta in “The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys” and no pedophile priests complained about their image as shown in that, so what’s with these stewardesses?
It’s true that Hollywoodbitchslap.com gave “Flightplan” the raspberries. But it’s also true that I have an acquaintance of long standing who works as a flight hostess, so I thought I’d check in with him for insights. Firstly, I can’t use his real name because when he isn’t serving Ginger Ale and pretzels, he’s one of the most fabulous drag queens in his home city. If the caberet performers he/she works with knew that he/she was a flight attendant, they might leave him/her with nothing but tears and the sequined gowns with which to wipe them away.
I of course had no business expecting a straight answer out of this flight attendant; when I first tried sounding him out on the “Flightplan” boycott, he said: “You can’t just talk the talk; you have to walk the walk. Being a flight hostess is all about voguing down that aisle like you own the plane. Any passengers get out of line with me and they’re gonna have a personal 9/11 right out the emergency exit.”
“So you do think there’s a lack of respect for stewardesses?” I asked.
“Miss Thing, you have to understand the cultural history of flight attendants. At one time, we were held in greater awe than brain surgeons because we were such an easy mark for extra-marital sex seekers. Then the airlines started economizing, putting us three in a hotel room and all, and the customer base just evaporated. You ever try paying the bills on a stewardess’s paycheck?”
“Well, have you seen the movie “Flightplan?” I asked.
“Yeah, I saw that shit. Why?”
“Does it portray stewardesses unfairly?”
“Honey, the way some of those bitches treat me, nothing could portray them unfairly. And I’m not even talking about the gays on my crews.”
That seemed to answer my question regarding “Flightplan,” but I had something else to ask this stewardess.
“What do you do when you notice two adults have gone into the airplane bathroom together?”
“Sometimes I wink at them for the rest of the trip. But it’s much more fun to scowl, and whisper in their view in the other stewardesses’ ears. Let ‘em sweat it, thinking they’re gonna get arrested when we land."
Some lovely flight attendants from Pokemon Air.
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Getting More Tangled Up in the World Wide Web . . .
Hey guys, I decided to get a little more entwined in the internet today and so I started a friendster and myspace page. I still have to put some more time in to make the profile a little better, but in the meantime, I'd love to add some of you . . . so feel free to Add or Invite or whatever you call it . . .
For the Myspace page, click here:www.myspace.com/lucasblog
For Friendster, click here, or search for "Michael Lucas".
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Hot Pics: Sept. 30
You want more Kent? You got more Kent:
Would you like a little Parker? Ok, well here's his sexy smile:
You can see Kent and Parker in Fire Island Cruising 7 & 8
We also filmed these two fucking their brains out in the first installment of our new line "Encounters", based in New York City. Encounters 1 will be released with this scene in January. More info on that to come!
Green eyes and dark hair? Um yeah, I'll take that combo over the number 7 extra value meal any day . . . Otis, from Straight to Prague:
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September 29, 2005
How You Doin?
Alright. Message received – zero distortion. A big hurricane came thundering through the gulf, slammed into New Orleans, killed a bunch of people, and destroyed entire communities. I get it. In fact, I started getting it a month ago when it actually happened. So, for fuck's sake, enough is enough already.
Don't think for a moment that my heart doesn't go out to the victims - it does. These people endured a level of punishment they never deserved. But, it happened - and it's over. Somebody please explain this to our politicians and national media.
Look, New Orleans was a nice city. It had flavor and charm despite the fact that it was, more or less, a cesspool of dirt and booze, where the gap between the rich and the poor was so wide you could fill it with Lake Pontchartr- . . . never mind. But, really, New Orleans was just one dot on the American map among many. It wasn’t even a “major” dot. However, now, suddenly, it's the center of the goddamn universe.
Well, I've got some shocking news to share: the world exists outside of the United States - and certainly outside the hurricane zone. Last I checked, there was still a war going on in Iraq, something that resembles a war in Afghanistan, starvation in Africa, political turmoil in South America, sickness in Asia, and a host of other crappy events all over the world. New Orleans, for as much fun as it was, does not supersede the rest of the planet in importance, earning this ridiculous monopolization of air-time. I mean, there was a peace march in Washington, DC this past weekend where over 100,000 people showed up to protest the war. This was a hugely significant event that should have attracted unwavering press coverage, but everyone was too busy talking about wind and rain.
Clearly, the news has gone to pot. But, that’s not even the point. It’s been a month- can’t we talk about something else?
Of course, Captain Yee-ha! in the White House is loving the fact that America's attention has been somewhat diverted away from his cluster-fuck in the Middle East. So long as the media's hurricane boner stays up, focus on the president's desert shit storm stays mildly flaccid. My guess is that he'll ride this wave of destruction to the end of his term, right into a West Texas sunset. I mean, he can't really hang out in East Texas. Hurricane Rita sort of fucked that place up. Of course, assuming that you're not blind, deaf, or stupid, you already know this. How could you not? The media basically prayed for it to be Katrina II, and we were force-fed more Rita coverage than that bitch deserved.
I never thought I would say something so ridiculous, but if the media can't blow this hurricane wad out of its collective system, I might have to start watching primetime sitcoms. I wonder what's happening on "Joey".
See guys? Everything's gonna be alright . . .
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Hot Pics: September 29
From now on be sure to scroll down past my first entry because I will be posting pics of hot guys on my site on a regular basis.
One of our newest exclusives, Kevin Wood, can be seen in Auditions 5, coming out Oct 15!
From Fire Island Cruising 7 and 8, Kent with his near perfect physique . . .
Roki, Tadeusz, and Marten have a very sexy time in Straight to Prague.
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September 28, 2005
Total Electrolysis For Your Bush NOW
People have suggested that when George W. Bush was playing a guitar in Texas as the Katrina disaster unfolded in the Gulf, his song of choice was “Row, row, row your boat.” Today, in my capacity as master gay pornographer, I want to talk with you about putting Bush on that good vessel, the S.S. Impeachment.
I did my research, and here is what Article II, Section 4 of the Constitution of the United States of America says. “The President, Vice President and all civil officers of the United States, shall be removed from office on impeachment for, and conviction of, treason, bribery, or other high crimes and misdemeanors.”
Historically, Republicans considered an Oval Office blow job to be a high crime and misdemeanor. True though it may be that Monica had poor oral skills, the American people were not ready to consider her fellating of William Jefferson Clinton to be a high crime and a misdemeanor. An important point to make because, just as the American public played a major role in having Clinton exonerated of impeachment charges, so could it today play a major role in having George “Flush FEMA Down The Toilet” Bush brought to trial and actually impeached. The House of Representatives must bring the impeachment charges to the Senate, true, but those representatives are influenced by what you, the girl in the street demands of them.
Alexander Hamilton, who wrote love letters to John Laurens, said that impeachable offenses involved “the abuse or violation of some public trust” “as they relate chiefly to injuries done to the society itself.”
Never mind the knowing lies about weapons of mass destruction and the gross negligence of protective infrastructures in New Orleans; were you aware that on Bush’s watch, the FBI has a mandate to devote eight full-time agents to the policing of adult erotic materials? You’ve got Osama bin-Laden plotting a strike bigger than 9/11, and Bush is using your tax dollars to restrict your freedom to watch engorged penises doing what engorged penises do best.
In 1976, George W. Bush had his license suspended for drunk driving. I don’t know whether a current report in the National Enquirer that he has gone back on the juice is true. Whether he’s boozing it up or not, George W. Bush’s lunatic steering of the ship of state necessitates his immediate impeachment. Whether what concerns you is prisoners being abused in violation of the Geneva Conventions or the possibility that the F.B.I could storm your apartment when you’re jerking off to your favorite XXX video, get off your ass and scream for the bitch to be impeached!
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Three More Hot Tastes from Three Hot Titles
This is why you really come to LucasBlog, as oppossed to those other blogs . . .
In Fire Island Cruising 7 and 8, the west coast's finest: Bruce Beckham
And three hot guys all together on one couch in Straight to Prague:
Here's Michal, Otis and Dion. Otis and Dion are actually Russians and immigrated to Prague, though I would never know why someone would bother. Isn't that like moving from Nebraska to Utah?
Ah, friends, let's cosy up and reflect on what's good in our wonderful world. Gay Porn.
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September 27, 2005
Steak Tastes Good
When I first heard of PETA, I thought maybe this organization had all kinds of exciting Greek lamb or chicken sandwiches. Unfortunately, I found out that PETA really stands for Pretentious Egotistical Talking Asses. Or maybe it was Pornographic Enemas Titillate Assholes, not sure . . . moving on . . .
Look, I’m all in favor of treating animals well, especially gerbils. And no, I don’t think a wild fox should be trapped in a metal clamp and left to suffer with its leg broken and bleeding. But if animals are properly farmed and painlessly killed, who is some PETA-crazed chicken lover to come screaming in my face when I’m trying to enjoy coq au vin? Have those people ever even seen an elderly chicken? Not a pretty sight. They get Alzheimer’s and then forgetting who they’re supposed to fuck, wiggle their tushies at ducks. A duck tries to fuck the chicken and they get all bac-bac-bah and cluck-cluck-cluck and you just wish that PETA people would get locked up in a cell with them.
Take what happened to Jennifer Lopez during NY Fashion Week. On the one hand you had J.Lo, presenting her fall collection; many of her dazzling creations included fur. On the other hand you had PETA, with its celebrity representative Heather Mills McCartney, who has a prosthetic leg. Not that I’m a gossip, but did you know that Heather’s dad abused his children? When Heather was 13, daddy got arrested so she got sent to live with mommy. Anyway, Heather and her PETA brigade entered the offices of J.Lo’s fashion design company like a flock of senile chickens trying to get fucked by ducks. They wanted to deliver a horrifying anti-fur DVD. I got a look at that disc and let me tell you, not one scene in it shows an actual link between J.Lo’s fur fashions and the animal tortures depicted. For all PETA knows, every last J.Lo fur came from an animal who committed suicide.
Building security arrived, PETA, including Heather, resisted. In the ensuing dust-up, Heather’s prosthetic leg fell clear off. You obviously cannot continue a PETA protest if you’re leg has fallen off; Heather asked the security goons to let her use a bathroom so she could reattach the prosthesis in private. They refused. She had to go into an emergency stairwell to replace her detached leg. Far be it from me to suggest that J.Lo should have a video of that scene and play it on a continuous loop fast-forward as backdrop to her next fashion show . . .
Love,
Michael
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September 23, 2005
Part 2 of: "Hi Mister Lucas, we are ashamed of you. Now can ya give us some money?"
When Joan Gerry, ex-President of GLAAD, didn't have any idea that she was taking her picture with a porn star.
Thank you all for your letters supporting my aggravation toward GLAAD. After further consideration, I have decided that this group of idiots is officially off the Michael Lucas financial tit. Let me assure you that they're not getting another dime from me. Quite simply, there are many other wonderful causes and organizations that I would much rather support.
Believe it or not, I actually received another send-us-cash phone call from them on Wednesday. Seriously, GLAAD, do I need to draw you a fucking picture? Or, perhaps, I just need to put it into terms that a third-grader might understand: I have money. You want my money. You ask me for some of it. I listen. You insult me. I say PISS OFF!
Again, I appreciate all the positive support. In fact, there was one comment, in particular, that I want to share with you. It's from the actor, Alan Cumming. Here are his words, in full:
michael it comes as no surprise to me how shabbily you have been treated. did you know GLAAD is now presided over by a REPUBLICAN?!! it's true. and also, I really do feel that so many organisations such as GLAAD that set out to speak out for people like you and me inevitably (in this current political climate) get cold feet and begin to ape all the worst traits of the organisations that they proclaim to be fighting. good for you to call them on it love from alan x
I'm sorry, did I read that correctly? The new president of GLAAD is a goddamn Republican? Look, certain things don't mix. Oil and water... drinking and driving... Stephen Baldwin and large, multisyllabic words. Add gays and republicans to that list. Seriously, those boys hiding in their log cabin in D.C. need to pull their heads out of their asses and realize that their so-called colleagues hate their very existence.
I don’t know what kind of relationship Neil Giuliano has with the Log Cabin Republicans, if any, but I do know that he’s in total denial. Certainly, it cannot be a good thing when the new leader of GLAAD is the self-loathing type. But, when you think about, it makes sense that such an organization would pick the popular four-term, former mayor of Tempe, Arizona. In the eyes of GLAAD, they scored a legitimate voice – someone who knows how to influence people and win friends, someone who seems to lack skeletons (though, there were some minor concerns that he defrauded Tempe out of $20,000 during his tenure as mayor). Basically, he’s clean and gay, and GLAAD nabbed him! Of course, all they really got was another cowardly politician who will do a fine job of giving gays a false sense of acceptance.
What are they really trying to say anyway? Are they kidding themselves with these Republican anomalies? Among the gay community, these types are certainly not representative of your salt-of-the-earth tried and true gays, though I'm not certain if anyone knows exactly what that means. All I do know is that he or she isn't freakin Alex P. Keaton. STOP kidding yourselves- GLAAD and all of the organizations who are struggling to help straight America forget that gay people do, in fact, have and enjoy gay sex.
In saying this, I’d like to encourage other members of our community to boycott GLAAD. They have done nothing but discriminate against our own, while trying to paint some flowery, easy-to-digest picture of the modern, gay American. Fortunately, the modern gay American doesn’t look a particular way or think in a particular manner. More importantly, the modern, gay American DOESN’T KISS REPUBLICAN ASS!
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What's a Crafty He-Whore Supposed to Do to Get a Little Respect?
I suppose it could have been worse. They could have called me an ex-whore or a commie cocksucker. So, I’ll just shrug this one off and bask in the warm glow of knowing that I upstaged Naomi Campbell and Beyonce in the media.
For those of you who haven’t read it, I’m referring to the recent fashion week article in the New York Post on Page Six, claiming that I, a quote-unquote crafty he-whore, hid under a makeup table backstage for three hours so [I] could sneak into Campbell’s runway fest.”
Alright, for starters, I’m not a fucking golden retriever. I don’t sit under tables. The truth is that I was running around like a madman, chatting with everyone, making connections, and taking photos for my blog. What can I say; I’m a businessman who knows how to party. So what’s the big deal?
That said, I’m still happy to have been mentioned on Page Six – bonus points for being mentioned first, above superstars like Naomi and Beyonce. However, I am reminded what it means to be a pornstar at times. Page Six certainly isn't going to report the truth, that I’m a sexy bitch. People really like me at least as much as they really like Sally Field. It’s no coincidence that I was sitting in the first row at all the big events last week.
I’ve been in the press a lot lately, from the New York Times to Queerty. And I'm cool with some bad press. I make porn films for crying out loud. So, a little sarcasm is fine. It’s not like I ever expect to read a serious article that says, “Michael Lucas, philanthropist and all-around good guy, made the stars in the sky twinkle a little brighter this evening when he graced us all with his insatiable charm and wit at a Tony Awards after-party.”
What’s really important to me is that my name is out there. Publicity drives this big, wet limo we call the adult film industry. I understand that some of these writers have wild imaginations, and I understand that they get their kicks from living vicariously through the ups and downs (and ins and outs) of burly lumberjacks like me. But, there’s no need to make shit up. However, if you must, try not to make me out to be such a douche bag. Tell your readers something cool. Tell them that Fergie begged me for a secret threesome with her and Tyson Beckford. I just don’t want people to think that I’m a tourist among the scene. If there's one thing I've got, it's that I'm a V.I.P., baby. And yes, there are members of your distinguished community that respect, and *gulp* even invite a porn star like myself to their engagements.
Oh, and one more thing. Always make sure you print my name correctly. It’s Michael Lucas. M-I-C
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September 21, 2005
A Little Taste of Lucas' Newest Releases
And don't worry there WILL be more . . . requests may be honored, feel free to make them ;)
Fire Island Cruising 7 comes out in November, check out Lucas Exclusive John Lamb's sexy eyes! He'll be in both Fire Island Cruising and Auditions 5!
From Straight to Prague, here's a great pic of Michal.
I know he isn't showing much skin, but doesn't he look just like those American Apparel ads here? This film is really in a league of it's own compared to that Bell Ami vanilla Czech nonsense. These guys look so amazing, and they get so so nasty. If you haven't seen the trailer yet, just click here.
And in the news today,
I'm mentioned in the Village Voice
and on Queerty
and Gay Porn Blog
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September 20, 2005
I don't care much for your flimsy garbage bags anyway . . .
As a proud member of the gay community, I readily support various *progressive and intelligent* (some not so intelligent ones too of course) gay advocacy groups, but GLAAD is another unfortunate member of the Michael Lucas Shit List. See below:
GLAAD likes to believe that they stand for the "fair, accurate and inclusive representation" of gays in the media. Sure, so long as you don't happen to make cock films for a living. Talk about hypocrisy. Would it not be FAIR to acknowledge a penetration king such as myself? Would it not be ACCURATE to embrace the fact that one among you produces top quality films of boys in compromising positions? Would it not be INCLUSIVE to open up your arms to a gay man of my occupation? The smut business is just that - a business.
Well, GLAAD certainly doesn't see it that way. But, oh, what's this? They're more than happy to accept my financial contributions. Sluts.
Here's the basic rundown of events, going all the way back to last year's GLAAD Awards
My dear friend, Will Wikle, asked me to be his guest at the ceremony. This included a little stroll down the red carpet. At the conclusion of the event, a picture of Will and me appeared on GLAAD's Wire Image website - I'm one hot bitch, what can I say? However, these photographs were quickly pulled. It didn't take much research to learn that this was not an accident, but, rather, a deliberate action taken against me, specifically. Apparently, I am an embarrassment to the organization.
Respectfully, I issued GLAAD the following letter:
It's dangerous when an organization dedicated to promoting and ensuring fair, accurate and inclusive representation of gay people starts dictating morality.
As an adult entertainer I have not only been an active member of this community, I have also donated my time and money in an effort to help the gay cause. In the last few years I have been working hard to educate people on the dangers of drug abuse, especially crystal meth, which is plaguing our people. I demand strict drug tests from all my actors before each scene, making it clear that if you do drugs you cannot work for my company. And I have been a major advocate for safe sex in a time when AIDS cases are on the rise.
But XXX days ago, GLAAD, The Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation ruled that my industry is an embarrassment to the gay community.
After my photos appeared on their site as part of a red carpet event, they were suddenly pulled off. GLAAD representatives said they were "embarrassed" I showed up in the first place.
I guess they forgot to return the $500 check I donated to the same event. My money seems to be green enough for them
as long as I don't show my face at any of their glitzy events.
I want to say that I take great pride in my work. You may not agree with it, you may not like it (although I suspect many of you do). But it is an honest profession. I go to work every day, and pay my taxes like everyone else.
This is a slippery slope. One day it's the porn industry, who's next?
This is a memo to the organization that's supposed to stop discrimination; stop discriminating.
Photos or no photos, I will continue to contribute to the cause, because like it or not, the porn industry isn't going anywhere. We're here, we're hot, get used to it.
Sincerely,
Michael Lucas
Now, fast forward to just a few days ago when I received an invitation from Media Circle, GLAAD's major donor program, to attend some bullshit cocktail reception where I could observe GLAAD's board of directors co-chair, John Hadity, work a crowd much like one of my actors. They might be wearing fancy suits, but it's still an ass-fuck.
It's clear that while my image on one of their special little websites may not be desirable, my cash is just fine. Well, I'm sick of getting bombarded with these letters and fliers and half-hearted invites. It brings back too many bad memories. So, I've decided to write them a new letter for the entire world to read:
Dear GLAAD Representatives,
I'm publicly asking you to please get the fuck away from my home address, office address, mailbox, inbox, home phone, cell phone and office phone. You'll get your goddamn money one way or another because I care about the gay community. So, save some paper, save some time, and LEAVE ME THE BLOODY-FUCK ALONE!
Yours in Christ,
Michael Lucas
PS- My boyfriend Richard Winger, Ex-President of the Board of GLBT Center of NY, had to give a personal call to the President of GLAAD, Joan Garry, at the time. Under his pressure, the pictures were put back on the site the next day.
Anyway, you can enjoy here:
Click here.
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September 19, 2005
So yes, I had some fun . . .
Fashion week was a blast, and it seems that the press noticed me having my way with New York City.
Here I am mentioned in the New York Times, and yes Tyson Beckford is as hot in person as he is he is in pictures. Click here.
And here in Fashion Weekly, and let me mention, they knew who I was. I am the sort of gentleman who introduces himself, of course! Click here.
Mentioned Briefly in the Village Voice. Click here.
From Queerty. Click here.
Let's not forget today's Page 6 (click here). But there's 2 neccessary corrections.
1) Michael Lucas was a personal guest of Timothy Greenfield-Sanders and was among many other friends. He was actually spending time drinking champagne in Timothy's Lounge where he was photographing celebrities.
2) Michael was not HX magazine's media whore of the year. He presented Next magazine's media whore award.
Here's the pics, Enjoy!
Nicole Richie
Fergie, the Duchess of York
Courtney Cox and Timothy Greenfield-Sanders
There's more great pics after the jump!
Tyson Beckford
Markus Schenkenberg
Alan Cumming
Betsey Johnson
Boy George
Heatherette
D Squared
Michael Musto
Patrick McMullan
Some fun, recent Non Fashion Week pics:
Itay Hod and Jason Bellini
Jai and Itay
Bruce Villanch
Christina Applegate
Brian Ellner
Patrick the Press Whore :)
Our favorite Randy Jones (the cowboy of the Village People, duh!)
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Logo's Most Prized Possession
I never watch Logo because how many times can you really see Charles Busch's movies? or Bette Davis in All About Eve? But I just came across this 3 minute news show of Jason Bellini. Many of you remember him from his incredible reports from Iraq and Israel. It seems like this guy was thrown into the hottest and most dangerous parts of our planet. Well, now he is on Logo doing their daily news broadcasts. I was really impressed with the story he did about John Robert's nomination hearings.
He is aggressive, smart and well informed, the total opposite of Laura Schwartz, the HRC's chief legislative attorney he interviewed, who did not have her facts straight. Here is the quicktime of the show. Enjoy.
Click here to view video clip.
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September 16, 2005
Hot New Lucas Discovery! See him this October in Auditions 5!
Omer, where have you been all my life???? Israel? That's cool, but we're happy to have you in the states now, you hot bitch.
This tan and toned 19 year old has a background as a professional ballet dancer. And you might remember from my Nureyev post how much I appreciate that.
Check out his stats:
Born October 1985
Height 5'9"
Weight 155lbs
Dick Size 7"
As soon as Omer walked through our door, we knew we had to work with him. And what a worker he turned out to be! Two scenes in two days, and both equally hot. He's the next big star, wait and see!
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September 15, 2005
Drugs Are Bad, mmkay?
I recently spoke against steroid use after Rod Roddick's death in my entry "Get the Message?". So just in case some of you still think that steroids are cool, I'd like to make one last plea. A very close friend of mine was recently diagnosed with liver cancer. He was a steriod user and is only 35 years old. I asked Dr. Frank Spinelli, a friend of mine and a renowned physician here in New York City, to give me the lowdown on roids. Once again, I urge you all- go to the gym and work hard at it. It simply isn't worth risking your life to get quick and cheap results.
From Dr. Frank Spinelli:
We live in a world that is consumed with looking younger and having the perfect body. The gay community is no stranger to this obsession. In the 1980's AIDS lent its fuel to the fire igniting an explosion of anabolic steroid use. For competitive and cosmetic purposes, steroids are illegal in the United States. That doesn't stop gay men from buying them illegally. Steroids do build lean body mass but they are not without their own unfortunate side effects.
1. There is a high incidence of cystic acne especially with high doses of testosterone. Areas most commonly affected are the face and back.
2. Gynecomastia is breast developement in males secondary to hormonal changes. The breast tissue can be cystic and permanent forcing men to turn to plastic surgery of treatment.
3. Anabolic steroids also increase lipid levels, raising cholesterol. This can promote coronary artery disease and stroke.
4. Another common side effect caused by hormonal changes is testicular atrophy or shrinking of the testes.
5. There is also the potential for enlargement of the prostate, a condition known as Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia. Some believe that continued use of testosterone may lead to Prostate Cancer.
6. There are reported cases of Sleep Apnea, a sleep disorder, characterized by intense snoring followed by a short cessation in breathing.
7. Increases in Hemoglobin, a condition known as Polycythemia, increases blood viscosity leading to obstruction in the vessels supplying the heart and the brain.
8. Anabolic steroids especially the oral compounds, can cause an increase in liver enzymes. There are documented cases of fatal hepatotoxicity associated with anabolic steroids and concommitant use of alcohol.
9. Fluid retention or bloating.
10. Finally, behavioral changes are very common. Most men complain of wild mood swings and outbursts of anger. Depression and lethargy are common especially after steroid use has stopped.
Dr. Frank Spinelli is a board certified internist who practices in New York City. He specializes in HIV medicine and can be heard doing speaking engagements on sexually transmitted diseases and HIV prevention. Currently Dr. Spinelli is a contributing writer for Genre Magazine where he writes about Gay Men's Health. His offices are located at 361 W 23rd St NY, NY 10011 (212) 352-3170 FrankSpinelliMD@aol.com
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September 14, 2005
Fashion Week 2005
Hello my darlings . . . sorry to leave you with so few words this week, but I've been seduced by the gods of fashion. Don't worry, I'll be back with some great pics and tons of bullshit to write about soon enough ;)
Front Row at the Betsey Johnson Fashion Show, Photo by Timothy Greenfield-Sanders
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September 13, 2005
Don't Hate Them Because They're Fabulous
It's kinda like this . . .
I look at twenty-something gays, and it’s a shock. They’re doing the exact same things we all were at that age: drinking too much, staying out all night, being wildly promiscuous and then savoring Saturday night stories over brunch the next afternoon (well, maybe it’s not just twenty-somethings). But there’s a major difference in their attitudes, a lack of something that I and most of the gay men my age had at that time in our lives. They’re wholly unapologetic about being who they are.
Remember coming out of the closet, and being unsure of the reaction you’d receive? Remember that boyfriend you had, the one who made you so uncomfortable on dates because he’d insist on holding your hand while you walked down the street in front of everybody, and kiss you goodbye every time he dropped you off at home? And you’d walk through the door, and feel so embarrassed and disgusted. Embarrassed because you thought that everyone was judging you for being gay, and disgusted because you were embarrassed.
One of my favorite reads is Vividblurry’s blog. Here’s a twenty-two year old doing all the stuff we were (the booze and the boys), but with the courage do it publicly and then blog about it for the entire world to read. Despite everything that’s wrong with this country and their attitudes towards gays, despite Will and Grace, Queer as Folk, Queer Eye and all their ilk, and their questionable portrayals of gay life, for once our obsession with youth makes sense. These boys have an aura of entitlement surrounding them, something that cushions them from the slings and arrows we suffered as we crawled our way out of the closet. And though that entitlement can be obnoxious at times, and the shiny veneer of irony and insouciance can wear thin, I'd rather my people had the problem of too much than too little . . . isn't that a gay rule of thumb?
Love,
Michael
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September 12, 2005
Straight To Prague
Straight to Prague's Dion
Hi Lucas Blog readers- I am really excited to share the lastest from Lucas Entertainment, Straight to Prague!
Who could imagine that my boss had such a wicked imagination? For the few weeks that I have been here, I knew that Straight to Prague was going to be our next release. But this Czech themed video seemed rather ordinary in the shadow of the exquisite "Dangerous Liaisons".
That was until I watched it! W-O-W. Now I understand that some of you like vanilla, so believe me, there's enough hot action to whet any appetite. So don't despair, you can fast forward through the kink and still be satisfied.
But you'll never believe this one scene on the Bonus Director's Cut Disk:
Anal water squirting, enema, anal douching, colonic irrigation- whatever you call it, it's still simply remarkable! Get you and your friends now if they want to see one of the greatest combinations of sex, play, and humor that I've ever seen in my life! Michael actually challenged the guys to an anal squirting enema contest! By the way, there's some great watersports action as well. You can see it all on the Straight to Prague promo page- click here to watch the trailer.
Love,
Heather
Michael's PR chick . . .
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September 09, 2005
Zoolander Speaks
I know it's a bad idea to suppress freedom of speech, but you know what? This is my blog baby, and I've got news for you. From now on, I won't post even one comment (good or bad) that mentions my lips. Sometimes enough is enough. I've heard it all: pout, duck, Zoolander, platypus, ad nauseam. Look, ugly is ugly. And let's all agree that my lips are ugly, silly, big- whatever. Let me also assure you that they will stay there, fully erect as they are. And there is nothing new about your comments whatsoever. I've listened to this since kindergarten, people calling me all kinds of names because of my lips. Well, either you like them or you don't. So, in the future, if you want your comment posted, don't bother with your tired lip jokes, that is unless you take pleasure in deletion. And for some of you assholes, who think that my lips are fake, here are some of my pictures, taken just about a hundred years ago when neither collagen nor silicone were available. At least not in Russia.
As a young boy, Michael was lucky enough to happen upon a philanthropic plastic surgeon who gave him the enigmatic pout he wears today . . .
More evidence of Michael's mysterious pout history after the jump . . .
Born to Pout . . .
Even Michael's brother got a peice of the lip action . . .
Did he get it from Dad Lucas?
Or Mom Lucas?
Maybe it started way back with Grandpa Lucas.
All we know is that it was always there . . .
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September 08, 2005
Arafuck
Arafat and Sadam embrace for a kiss.
I came across this article, "Mystery Surrounds the Death of Arafat". I've heard these rumors before, and it's a shame that this mass murderer was homosexual. I suppose the towel on his head came in handy to wipe the cum dripping from his lips. I don't particularly care about the cause of his death, which was a huge relief for the whole world (including Palestine) But since this was brought up by the AP, then let me just add my own two cents worth.
It's not that I was disgusted by Yassir Arafat more than with any of the other leaders in the Muslim world who can't wait to murder any Westerner. What was always incredibly annoying were the games that everybody seemed to play with Arafat and his corrupt cabinet. From Bill Clinton's White House, to the Nobel Foundation's Norwegian Nobel committee (another doomed, corrupted institution), which gave Arafat the Peace Prize. Nobel Peace Prize? What?!? To one of the bloodiest terrorists of our time? To the guy who sponsored terrorism all over the world and then lied about it, looking straight up into television cameras? He's nothing like these Hamaz leaders- always so delightfully blunt about their objectives, promising to terrorize us and keep their promise. Arafat was a damn liar. He spread false promises of peace in terrifyingly broken English, while stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from his own people and sending them to his European bank accounts.
I will never forget his funeral. Held in Paris, (naturally, where else would it be?) it was more grandiose than one in Cairo, with French officials' interminable speeches and the French national anthem playing in the background- the greatest French farewell since Napoleon. I know, I know-Europeans don't like to scrub their toilets themselves. So they imported a whole army of muslims and I guess this funeral was a bone thrown to this crowd. But the price they will be paying for that one day is way too high.
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September 07, 2005
Attention Stink Holes- Heed My Warning!
Bush may be on my shit list, but Mayor Bloomberg is on my other list, the not shitty one. Not because of some idiotic attempt at securing the 2012 Olympics, not because of his channel's winning financial news coverage, not even for his out-of-touch billionaire existence, but because he’s the one who finally cleared us of all the smoke.
Yes, those days when you used to go into a bar and tear-up are over, well, almost. I used to hate going out in New York. People lighting up right in front of you, blowing their stinky smoke in your face while flashing their rotten yellow teeth at you. Enough to make you want to pass them your dentist’s business card. Then you go home and smell like an animal who had previously given a blow job to an ashtray and then died. I'm not even talking a cute animal either. I mean some nasty little rodent or a beaver. Man do I hate beaver. Nope, I don’t miss those days.
I’m a strong advocate against drugs, I almost never have a drink other than the occasional glass of Chardonnay at dinner, but I have more respect for drug addicts and alcoholics than I do for smokers. At least they have the decency to kill themselves and not others. Public smokers drag us into their cancer-filled environment without so much as batting an eye.
I once slapped a guy at a bar for smoking next to me and blowing his smoke right in my face, so he could feel the pain my lungs and nose were going through. Smokers- beware of the Lucas! I'll not tolerate your nastiness!
This is not a capricious thing. I don’t need to bore you with statistics about second hand smoking. It’s no joke, it’s quite real. Even Europe and other places, where smoking is as common as breathing, are starting to make changes to their laws.
Still, some places like “The Cock” in New York City let people smoke freely, turning their eyes away while we cough our lungs to oblivion. How trashy to undo one of the few laws that make New York a better place to party!
In summation I must declare that I adore Bloomberg's no smoking law, though I'll still never vote for a Republican. But I do like my new pictures, and that's really the point, isn't it?
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September 06, 2005
The Time For Fingers is Now!
Photo source.
Here is a comment in response to a recent Katrina entry:
This is a disaster like none other. Not the actual hurricane itself, though. The actual hurricane is no longer the focus of the news stories or commentary, but a blame game that will go one as survivors are ignored or used as tokens. I think we should all be thinking about how we can help, rather than pointing fingers and turning a national tragedy into a partisan indoctrination.
Posted by: Paul at September 4, 2005 07:05 AM
Alright cheezeball. Poor Paul's opinion has been repeated in soundbite after meaningless soundbite lately. Well, I do have some blame to spread around, and while I'm at it, I've got some for you. I blame people like you- who are either Republican or in some kind of moronic denial. Now is exactly the right time to be pointing fingers!
Ever hear of this thing called "responsibility"? Strange to think that when you have responsibility, as the federal government is given by the American people, that you suddenly become blameworthy. Being President isn't about looking cool in a big chair in the oval office- it's about being responsible for an entire nation. And when you're responsible for something, it becomes your fault what happens to it. If something is really fucked up with this country, and you're the President of it, you'd better expect a little finger pointing- which I'm sure is a hell of a lot more tolerable than sitting in E Coli infected flood waters and dead bodies.
Now is the precise time to be looking for guilt! And here either the government is incompetent when it comes to taking care of America, come hell or high water, or it's just plain racist, classist, or gone shoe shopping!
And I know it's become so disgustingly obvious that the Bush Presidency is a complete disaster, because we got our media back (at least somewhat). News channels are finally interested in the liberal perspective again. Off with the knee pads! No more blowing the proverbial cock of the country- the media has developed of a spine by representing the Democrat point of view. Thank fucking god.
Let's not forget that in recent years our President was impeached because of some lousy blowjob from some chubby girl rather than for the death of thousands. Nice going, Red States. What are you going to do when you're done screwing up America? Rape kittens?
Love,
Michael
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September 04, 2005
Page Sex - I mean Six.....
Just a quick note - once again Michael was on Page Six of the New York Post. We all missed the blurb on Friday, as there's many more important things in the news right now.
This time, it's for the NEXT magazine "Out There Awards" from last Monday (see pics here). There's a fabulously startling picture of Flotilla DeBarge, who, along with Michael, is credited with "sharing the 'Press Whore of the Year' award". For the record, they were presenting the award that evening to Patrick McDonald, but it's always nice to be mentioned.....
Will
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September 02, 2005
Just say no - round 2
Have some of you just gotten back from a rustic camping trip? 'Cause I swear I sensed some sticks up some asses . . . What was it this time? Ah yes, the defense of the swans out there. Well let me clarify my message in the post Just say no- please!. I don't care about who is ugly and who is not. That's entirely subjective. Thank goodness for different tastes. Everyone can get laid perfectly well for who they are, whether they have no legs, a big fat pout, or beautiful thin lips- there is a market for everyone. My article was strictly about people who lie about how they really look and misrepresent their appearances. Why not be honest and find someone who thinks you're sexy based on a real picture of yourself? At least that way both of you can be happy with what you get. I say it's far better to disappoint over the internet than in person.
I personally don't have a beauty fetish, but I have a friend who does. He wrote on the same topic and asked me to post it while remaining anonymous. He actually does hate on the uglies, so if you'd like to get really pissed about all that . . . well, enjoy!
Love
Michael
Hey Guys -We've all been there once or twice (or countless times) before. You're horny, you need to get laid, but can't imagine going through another mind-numbing conversation with some stranger at a bar who sounds like they've stepped off the set of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
You know it's mistake but you do it anyway. You tell yourself this time it'll be different. This time you'll actually meet someone hot for a change, someone who doesn't smell like a dead animal, who actually has a big dick and can kiss like Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca. You log on and after chatting for a couple of hours you go for it. But nope, no Rick Blain, no kissable lips, just another tired queen with bad breath.
How could this be? His profile clearly states he's blond yet in front of you stands a dark-haired man. You remember reading the words, six-foot-two, and yet this guy looks like he could have been a stand-in for one of those Oompa-Loompa midgets in Willy Wonka. You checked all his pictures (and there were many) all of them were hot. And yet it appears the journey from his apartment to you yours is so long, he's aged at least 10 years by the time he arrived at your door.
He's so ugly you'd actually kick him out of bed. Yet for some odd reason you can't find the courage to kick him out of your home. And that's the problem my friend. You're setting a bad precedent and we all suffer. That charity fuck you just gave? Not yours to give, We're all chipping in. We're all paying for it. That pathetic loser lied to you, cheated on his profile like a senior on his SAT exam, and how do you reward him? With a fuck? Where's your spine. Kick the bitch out. No "I don't think this is going to work out." Or, "I think you're cute but...." Just a simple, "Dude, you're gross, get the fuck out if my house" will do.
I'm sorry, I know it sounds harsh but please. I'm not a social worker, and an online profile shouldn't be an exercise in fiction writing. I'm sorry if you've wasted 10 bucks getting here, but if I'm going to fuck for money, it ain't going to be for the price of a cab ride.
So my dear friends, next time an ugly fuck shows at your door. Don't fuck him, send him the fuck home. It's just not fucking cool to lie, I mean, really where are your fucking manners?
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September 01, 2005
Katrina
I’ve been glued to my TV set. Hours on end watching Katrina. An interesting concept, tagging killer storms with cute baby names. Did you know they used to only be called after women until feminists decided it was probably best to blame guys too?
The images coming out of New Orleans are difficult to take in, especially now that September is here. This isn’t just a change in weather it’s a harsh turning point, a moment in history, not just for Louisiana but for an entire country. A major city devastated, a nation shaken to its core.
It was four years ago almost to the day since we witnessed a nation fall to its knees, the word “terror” becoming part of our collective vernacular. Now we’re seeing it again. Men on rooftops, standing on islands of sadness, waiting to be rescued… From what? Where do these people go from here? Makes you wonder how fragile life can be. One morning you wake up and go to work, the next, no work, no house, no neighborhood, just water that keeps on rising, as hope sinks into despair. Millions homeless, billions gone, 9/11 with all it’s trauma may have been an easier thing to get over. The sad part of it all, Hurricane season is just getting started and with global warming the way it is, Katrina may not be Mother Nature’s last punch. And this time, the economic ramifications of all this could be as devastating as the wind itself.
We’re still in the midst of another storm, a desert one. Iraq. Billions of dollars spent there, a deficit which seems to know no limit, and a president that takes an entire day before cutting vacation short. Seven minutes, now 24 hours. When will he learn? When will those fools who voted for him see the truth of his stupidity, the lack of his spine, the horror of his leadership?
My heart goes out to those men, women and children in Louisiana and Mississippi, to the farmers in Idaho, the brokers on Wall Street. A depression is looming, one that would make the 30’s look like a Hampton’s clam bake in comparison.
And this time, Katrina won’t be the one to blame. Just a man in a cowboy hat and an idiotic swagger.
Love
Michael
PS - Just as I was about to post this entry, I ran across this article. While people are being raped in the Superdome, this cunt (who is enjoying so much respect in America as an educated, powerful lady) is watching Broadway shows and going shoe-shopping. How fucking inappropriate. And people are surprised that we're unprepared and rescues aren't going well?
It's certainly prudent to point out something the news channels like to mask as "economically disadvantaged". It seems that something like 95% of the people who are stuck in the floods are black. Yes, these are people who have no money and were not able to evacuate as people with more resources had. And they are black. If the situation isn't dealt with dutifully, this could likely blow up into a white people not giving a damn about black people kind of situation. And while Condi could be making herself more useful by standing up for the devastated black population of New Orleans, she is off on holiday in New York City.
As Ali G would say, That's a bit racialist, innit?
This is not somewhere in Asia. This is happening in your backyard! I hope one of your new heels finds its way up your selfish little pudding hole.
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Michael heats up Labor Day weekend!
You can catch Michael Lucas live this weekend!
Tomorrow, September 2, he will be appearing at SCORE in Providence, RI,and on Monday, catch him by the pool at The Raven in New Hope, PA.
September 2, SCORE:
Michael Lucas is visiting the Ocean State for LABOR DAY WEEKEND!! His appearance will be on Friday, September 2 with a MIDNIGHT SHOW. He will be tortured by Miss Kitty Litter and friends for a festive evening. Lots of free giveaways!!!!
SCORE, 93 Clemence Street, Downcity, Providence
Tel: 401-421-4744
Labor Day, The Raven:
Monday - Sunset and 10:00 PM
Get the chance to meet and talk with one of the most celebrated porn stars today. Around sunset Lucas will hand out DVD’s, sign pictures and mingle. At 10:00 PM, he will put on a special strip show performance in the Oak Room. This is a definite don’t miss event! Afterwards see a special Labor Day edition of In Your Face With Victoria Lace!
The Raven, 385 West Bridge Street, New Hope, PA 18938
Tel: 215.862.2081
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